I did not want to. I wanted to fess up but I still feel so guilty that I want to be punished. I have a dog and a cat and they are are truly treasure beyond anything money can buy.
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I'm so sad that I took someones happiness away from them when i could have stopped. I had a moment of carelessness that is going to mentally destroy me for the rest of my life because every time I look at my pets, i think of what i took from someone. The dogs collar said its name was Paco. I will always hate myself for this. I feel like scum, even though I have desire to kill animals unless its hunting or fishing with purpose. Nothing deserves to die for nothing. One time I was driving down my street at night.
I saw an animal coming but thought it was a rabbit. It was dark. For some reason I kept going. Then it came into the road and I tried to avoid hitting it but still hit it. That was 5 years ago. I have been an animal lover my entire life. Time and time again I have felt so bad I wanted to kill myself as a way of saying I'm sorry hears your justice. Its like i want to be punished because even though I would never hit an animal or anything on purpose I'm so anxious about taking someones pet.
I f its night time and you stop you could be a victim and robbed. If you call the police , it takes awhile for them to come.. Never sigh in relief if you hit an animal. Do the right thing and get help. It's horrible to say it's just an animal. Is it sad yes, but not as sad as hitting another car or a human. That is tragic. A dog got loose in Pike County, PA. It was found deceased along a road. A friend of the owner went on a social media page and called the driver that hit the loose dog a "scumbag" and said that "they deserved to be shot".
It was a big black Mastiff and maybe they thought they hit a deer. People are outraged that the driver of the car did not come forward or stop. I wonder who would be responsible for damage to the vehicle? I see a lot of runaway dogs that get killed by trains and no one screams at the conductor. Never knew it can be legal action this has happened to me but sad to say when I stopped the dog just ran off and I said ok it's alright and pulled off.
I hit a dog this morning and it ran off. I wasn't sure what to do so after I composed myself I continued on my way. If it was okay enough to run away that it wasn't injured, I hope. I also hope I never have to experience this again but I know to call the police next time. If the owner is determined to have not had their animal under appropriate control, they may well be responsible for damage to your car. What if u hit a small dog and don't realize it so u keep going but someone saw u and reported u.
Due to a hit and run driver. They just left my baby in the road. I had to run out in the street to pick him up. I was so distraught and upset. I couldn't remember the description of the car that hit him or even get license plate info. I was trying to stop the other cars from hitting him again. I was able to get to him and stop the third car that is when I got him out of the street.
Know one got out of there car to help me. Know one stopped. My pet was a member of my family for 9 years. Losing him took a big piece from our families heart. He was a big piece of our route every day. My kids miss and love him. I have another fur baby. She is missing him every day. Animals grieve just as humans. I'm not sure how long it will take for her to get back to her normal routine.
But, she is missing him every day and all she is doing is sleeping. I wish the person who hit my Maximus would have at least had the impathy to stop to see about him. Just as if it was a human. I can't begin to wrap my head around driving off. At least pull over and call Even if it's to put it out of its misery. I have Rescue dogs ,a fenced yard,harness with numbers. My one dog has more energy than a pogo stick, but at night I stick a glow Sticks on her harness,I check the gates,she still figures something.
So I understand the dog that gets out,Stick glow stick on them. Thanks so much for this article! Unfortunately i had no idea on what to do the other night driving home from work. It was very dark and i was on a back road going the speed limit of 45 mph. All of the sudden i have a dog a dark colored one possibly a rottweiler in front of my vehicle not moving standing directly in my lane.
I didn't even see it until it was right in front of my vehicle and i jad mo time yo break or move anywhere. It was the most horrible thing i had ever experienced. I have hit a squirrel and a raccoon once and it really bummed me out as i am a very big animal lover. I own two dogs myself and other animals. Well as i hit this dog i realized what had happened and i was in shock tired from work and didn't really grasp what had happened as I've never had this happen to me.
I kept driving. Like should i have stopped and tried to help or call for help? I honestly didn't know what to do so i just prayed about it and hope that it servied or that someone was able to help it or if it was really hurt that it passed quickly and didn't suffer. I don't think i will ever shake the memory. It's something i wouldnt ever expect to happen to me and i know now after reading this and after experiencing what i did i will definitely do things differently if i ever happen to be put in a situation ever in the future.
The self justification for not stopping oozing from some posts is disgusting. My mom's little dog got hit recently. Out in the country right by their driveway and the person didn't stop. She escaped out the door when people came over and bolted for the road.
She was standing in the middle of one lane when my mom noticed her. My mom saw the car coming but was a ways away from the road. It was awful because the driver on an empty open highway didn't swerve brake or anything. Just ran over her and kept going. My son adored that dog. He was there but thankfully didn't see it. He is heartbroken his little friend is gone. Sometimes animals get killed. Sometimes it is drivers who don't care and sometimes it is loose animals on purpose. But sometimes it is an escaped animal. So wether or not that animal is loose on purpose doesn't make its death any less sad.
Or you as the driver less responsible. If you are a little scardey cat and can't handle seeing the child whose pet you killed cry then call the police. But don't just drive off. I didn't really think I started to drive away I can understand why a driver might not come to notify the owner about hitting a dog. In today's world, who knows how an angry owner might respond.
So, notifying police, it seems to me, is the appropriate action. My dog just got hit by car ft from my driveway didnt realize she got hit untill about 5 to 8 min later was mowing lawn seen a vehicle pulled off to the side called for my dog no response so walked down asked something happen and the first words out of ladies mouth was called cops and your paying for damages was shocked pissed cause my dog got hit walked back found my dog had my mother run her to vet while I waited for police 30 mins have passed cop gets to my house driver of vehicle went on there way never once did come up to say sorry do the ladie have any responsibility to let owner no she hit my dog?
Thank you, Happymommy I hope you never have to put it into practice, but it's great that you've already decided to do the right thing if you should hit an animal. LeedlesMI, I'm really sorry to hear about your dog. I know how traumatic such a loss can be. I know she can't truly be replaced, but I do hope you'll find another dog to love. Great article! I also live in NJ and I will stop and notify the police if I ever hit an animal. The owners should be held accountable. Dogs should be on a leash or in a fenced in yard. Thanks for the info! My dog was recently hit by a car and killed.
We live on a private road with no trespassing signs marked at the entrance of our subdivision. Technically, our property line is midpoint of the road, and the accident occurred in front of our property-which then would be ON our property. I feel responsible as a pet owner that the dog wasn't leashed we have 3. My girl died on en route to the vet and I'm heartbroken over it.
I just feel that there should be something the lady could of or should have done. When I replay her words about her 'stopping for turtles and squirrels' but NOT A PET , it just grinds me to no end thinking she had no regard for animals lives. Hi, Jennifer, and thanks for sharing. Very interesting story of your experience in Asia.
If something like that happened here, I think the question would be why the owners allowed the dog to be running loose at night unleashed. They the owners would probably face the ire of the dog-loving community. Good to know. As many have pointed out, we might not think about this situation until it comes up. Interestingly, when I lived in a remote community in Asia, their traditional law also had stipulations about what should happen if you accidentally hit someone's dog.
I believe you were subjected to a hefty fine, but only if the dog died. My husband and I actually witnessed a motorcycle hit a dog on the street in front of our house in that village. It was pitch dark, the dog was apparently resting on the road, and the motorcycle was coasting downhill with its lights off. The dog's screaming was the one of the worst sounds I have ever heard.
I did not think it would live, but its owner nursed it back to health. Immediately after the accident, everyone's first question was, "Is the dog dead? You bring up a very important point - you should not put yourself in danger to try to help an animal that collided with your car.
And I certainly identify with your larger point that owners who allow their pets to run free near roadways are ultimately responsible for accidents like what happened to you. In effect both the dog and you were victims of the owner's negligence. Your actions are entirely understandable, and I don't think anyone will hate you for what happened. It was a dark night on a shadowy country road. As a car approached me on the other side of the road only a few yards ahead, a dog sped out of nowhere, narrowly missing the oncoming car and headed straight for me.
At that point, its fate was sealed. I did the best I could to avoid it. I braked and steered carefully, aligning my vehicle to minimize the damage that was to be done to the creature by the impending impact. The small dog passed between the wheels of my high-clearance vehicle as my heart pounded. Then came a gentle thud.
I looked back but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. I heard frantic barking. I wanted to do something but considering the darkness, lack of first aid supplies, and potential hostility of the locals who do not take kindly to trespassing, knocks on doors, or suspicious stopping of vehicles at odd hours in the evening, to say nothing of accidental vehicular homicide of canine family members , I made the only reasonable decision.
With watering eyes, I said a heartfelt prayer for the dog as I drove on. My adept maneuver had avoided contact between the dog and my wheels. Maybe its tail just grazed the undercarriage. Maybe it would be okay The strongest emotion I now feel is frustration. I know I did the right thing given the conditions, but I am angry at negligent pet owners. I could have stopped but couldn't have done anything useful.
Staring down the barrel of a crying little girl's dad's shotgun or standing there and enduring a barrage of insults from family and neighbors would not have helped the dog. I can't say that I'd act rationally if my best friend was accidentally hit by a car driven by a stranger and neither can you unless you've been in that situation. After reading this article, I wish I'd called The legal implications outweigh any benefit of remaining at a scene if the probability is that no good will come from it. It is a context-dependent judgment call -- can you do anything for the animal not the owner -- it makes no sense to stop solely out of obligation or to provide sympathy for an adult owner who let this happen to begin with and who would potentially be hostile?
The best cure is prevention and it is in your hands, owners who criticize drivers for accidents that you are responsible for! Keep your dog inside or on a leash until it's reliable off leash and even then, stay with it! Some would say never let it off leash. I think dogs need to feel the wind in their fur just as we don't live in bubbles , but not in a small yard alongside a highway with no fence and no supervision! Dogs need our protection. This dog's owners failed to protect it. So did I, but my failure was unavoidable.
I only hope its tail was merely grazed, that the owners love it enough to feel great remorse for letting this happen, and that they'll be more responsible in the future. I expect to be hated by all for what I've written, but as a dog lover, I will never lose this sad memory.
I object to generalized assertions saying that you should always stop. Emotional reactions from negligent owners against careful drivers who hit their helpless dogs are usually just projection of blame. If this happens again I desperately hope not , I may or may not stop; it depends on the details. If I felt I could save the dog without risking my own safety or legal punishment, I'd stop. But I don't want a shootout, I don't want to watch a child's beloved pet die in their arms while they ask me "why?
It's a really hard decision to make especially in a strange place on a dark night and it has to be made quickly. Dog owners, be responsible! Don't let this situation develop to begin with because after it happens, it's a dilemma with no clear solution and no positive outcome. Hi, shockedp. I'm really sorry you've had to go through the trauma of hitting a dog. Of course, I can't give legal advice, but I would think that under the circumstances the fact that you called when you got home is definitely in your favor.
I hope it goes well with you. Thanks for sharing your story. I hit a dog today afternoon and i feel awful.. My back wheel or wheels got this creatures bottom half and he seemed to be in serious pain it was yelling howling and all that the thing is though.. I didnt stop.. Am i going to be getting into trouble?
I feel this information is important for every driver or passenger. I have shared this post on TSU for my friends and followers. This post has your link so others can find you Have you heard of the new social network Hopefully it will begin to change. Thanks for sharing. Here in our co7ntry hit and run of cats or dogs are common scenes where these pets are left to die by the side of the road, nobody would stop and take a look.
This is our bad society. Elaine, I'm so sorry about what happened to your dog. And on Christmas, too. I'm sure it's very difficult to deal with. Of course I can't give legal advice, but unless you have video or eyewitnesses of the driver's negligence, you may have a hard time winning a suit. Sounds like this elderly lady may simply no longer be capable of driving safely. I hope that as you grieve your dog, you'll also be able to forgive her. That's the only way to gain peace about what happened.
My dog was recently hit by a car and passed away. He broke loose from a leash after seeing another dog--therefore, he was "a free running animal. We saw what was about to happen and literally ran into the middle of the road to bang on her window and get her to stop before hitting my dog, but she did not pay attention at all. If she had seen us or heard us screaming at her she could have stopped or at least slowed down, but she continued to speed while in pedestrian area where there were no obstructions of vision.
The roads were completely clear, it being Christmas morning. Can we press charges for her negligent driving? I heard that there may be ground for charges of emotional disturbance she caused. Watching your dog get hit by a car is like watching your best friend and child get hit by a car all at once. I don't understand how someone like the woman who hit my dog and killed him could go back home to her family and open presents under a Christmas tree when she killed my closest and dearest friend. I hope that no one who reads this article will ever personally need the info.
But if it does happen, they'll be better prepared to handle it the right way. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Excellent info on a subject that many most likely never consider, yet could be important to know at some point. Personally, I hope I never have to tell some family that I just killed or disabled their pet. Thanks, Rose. I certainly understand your concern.
The legal system being what it is, there's always the possibility of unexpected complications. But on the whole, I think you're more likely to have a problem by not reporting hitting a domestic animal than if you do. The best thing, as you say, is that it never comes up. But if it does, I think this info will prove helpful.
Hi, Leilani. Yes, the only way to get the animal's owner to take responsibility for costs of repair would be to report the accident. But beyond that, it's the driver who may find himself or herself in legal hot water by not calling it in, even if there was no damage to the vehicle. Thanks for reading and commenting. This is good information to have. You say at the end, if you call , and alert the authorities, you probably won't have any trouble.
I wish you could say you definitely won't have any trouble. There is still the fear I think that one might get in trouble, but if it's not your fault, I would hope one wouldn't be charged with anything!! This was informative. If it ever happens, now I know what to do. Thank you for sharing this valuable info. I had no idea that hitting a pet was a police matter. I would look at the collar and call the owners. It would never even occurred to me to call the police. But I guess it makes sense if you sustain damage to the car. Someone has to pay for that. Hi, Alison. I believe you are correct that UK law doesn't treat cats the same as dogs.
But, in the U. I couldn't imagine the cat lobby here allowing their idols to be classed as "vermin"! Whether it's a dog, a cat, or a deer, hitting one is, as you know, a very traumatic experience. Thanks for sharing your experience. I heard somewhere that hitting a dog is like hitting a person and you have to call the police. I think if you hit a deer in Britain, they are the property of the Crown so they are also viewed in high regard. Cats, on the other hand are classed as 'vermin' if I remember and you are not legally required to stop! Not very fair.
A cat ran out in front of me - I had no time to stop and it sounded like I had run over it! But in my rear view mirror I saw it carry on running into some bushes so I believe I might have run over its tail. I hope it was ok to this day. Thanks, Laura Hopefully this info will eliminate confusion and fear for some people. It seems like obvious advice when you think about it, but on reading your title, I was totally unsure of what to do in this situation.
Thanks for the clarification! Hi, tom yam. I certainly hope that changes. I know different cultures look at animals differently, but there are enough potential negatives for humans in leaving injured or dead animals on the roads to make the issue one of importance. Thanks for reading. Here in Thailand there are no legal requirements surrounding an incident such as this. The roads seem to be littered with dead animals that no one seems to care about. Hi, My Bell. I hope it never happens to you, but if it does, you already know what to do. What a great topic to right about. Dogs loved by families and as such should be given the utmost respect and receive help when a tragedy like this happens.
Congratulations on HOTD - well earned! Hi, epbooks. You're right about dogs being off leash. Many times when such animals are hit, it's not at all the fault of the driver, but of the owner for not taking care of their pet. I'm glad you have a clear plan of what you will do if the situation ever arises. Thanks for reading and sharing. This is something I worry about constantly as so many people have their dogs off of the leash and as a dog lover, I can't even imagine hitting a dog. I would call the police for help getting the dog to safety and if the owners are present, offer to help get the dog to an animal hospital.
Thanks so much, Marlene. I think you're exactly right. The confusion and fear associated with being in a situation they aren't prepared to handle are what lead many people to do stupid things, like driving off after hitting a dog. I hope this article helps to overcome that. We think we know what we will do in such situations, but if we don't take steps to learn what to do ahead of time, we may not respond according to law. This is very enlightening and prompted me to look into what the laws are for my area. And, by the way, congratulations on receiving Hub of the Day!
Hi, Dave. I think that all too often common sense gets pushed out by fear of possible liability. Hopefully, this kind of info will help alleviate that fear. Hi, aka-rms. If the article has made you more ready to handle such a situation if it ever happened to you, it has fulfilled its purpose. Hi, Jaye. There shall be no difference between them and the rest. This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,.
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In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs,. In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,. I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. They do not sweat and whine about their condition,. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,. Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,. Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,. Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them,. They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them? Myself moving forward then and now and forever,. Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,. Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,.
Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,. Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,. Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,. Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,. Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him,. His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,.
Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them? Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you. Space and Time!
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My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps,. I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents,. Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed,. Weeding my onion-patch or hoeing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests,. Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase,. Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter,. Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish,.
Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou,. Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail;. Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest,. Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;. Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs,. Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush,.
Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot,. Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great gold-bug drops through the dark,. Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow,. Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides,. Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;. Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders,. Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs,.
Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, floating in it myself and looking composedly down,. Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,. Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it,. Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,. Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,. Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;. Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island,. Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance,.
Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside,. Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball,. At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter,. At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw,. At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find,. At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings;. Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps,.
Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen,. Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks,. Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie,. Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near,. Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding,.
Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh,. Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds,. Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees,. Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon,. Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well,. Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves,.
Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs,. Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,. My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle;. By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient,.
Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure,. Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any,. Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him,. Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,. Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars,. Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles,. Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,. Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,. Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,.
I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product,. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul,. My course runs below the soundings of plummets. No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me. My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me. I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough,. Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,.
The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions,. The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them,. We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged,. We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still feet and caution,.
The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires,. I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself,. I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. The courage of present times and all times,.
How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steam-ship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm,. How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights,. All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine,. The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets,.
I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs,. Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen,. The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,. Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person,.
My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe. Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades,. I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,. I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake,. Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy,. White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps,.
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive. The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip,. Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs,. The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion,.
The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand,. He gasps through the clot Mind not me—mind—the entrenchments. Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,. The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,. Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,. They were the glory of the race of rangers,. Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,. Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate,. Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,. The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer,.
Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight,. A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,. That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men. Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? Our foe was no skulk in his ship I tell you, said he,. His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be;.
On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead. The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels,. They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust. If our colors are struck and the fighting done? Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,.
We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting. The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top,. They hold out bravely during the whole of the action. The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking. He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low,. His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns. Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,.
The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet,. The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below,. The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,. Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars,. Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves,. Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent,. A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining,.
Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors,. Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan,. You laggards there on guard! See myself in prison shaped like another man,. For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch,. I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips. Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp,. Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them,. I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg. I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. That I could forget the mockers and insults! That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers! That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning. The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves,.
Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me. Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines,.
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Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth,. The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. Continue your annotations, continue your questionings. The friendly and flowing savage, who is he? Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it? Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California? The mountains? Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him,. They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them. Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations,.
They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,. They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly out of the glance of his eyes. Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask—lie over! You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.
Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot,. And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,. And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,. Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,. I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare,. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,. You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean,. And in my soul I swear I never will deny him. On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes. This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics. To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door. Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed,. I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will,. By God, you shall not go down!
I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up,. Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you,. I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself,. And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so. I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,. And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help. Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;. It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?
Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,. Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,. Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,. In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,. With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,. Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,. Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,. Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,.
Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,. Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,. Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars,. Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,.
Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;. What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then,. The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes,.
The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious;. By my life-lumps! Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,. Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
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Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides,. Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,. Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,. Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death. Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,. To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning,. Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,. Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving,. A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.
This is the city and I am one of the citizens,. Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools,. The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate. I am aware who they are, they are positively not worms or fleas,. I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me,.
Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them. Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less,. And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself. But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;. This printed and bound book—but the printer and the printing-office boy? The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms? In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes? The sky up there—yet here or next door, or across the way?
The saints and sages in history—but you yourself? Sermons, creeds, theology—but the fathomless human brain,. And what is reason? I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,. My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,. Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,. Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,.
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,. Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,. Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,. Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist,.
Drinking mead from the skull-cup, to Shastas and Vedas admirant, minding the Koran,. Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife, beating the serpent-skin drum,. Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,. Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me,. Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,. Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits. One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like a man leaving charges before a journey.
I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief. How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood! Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers,. I take my place among you as much as among any,. The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,. And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same. I do not know what is untried and afterward,. But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail. It cannot fail the young man who died and was buried,. Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side,.
Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall,.
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